You've Got A Blogger Hanging

You might be cute sitting there, but someday our roles will be reversed. You'll be picking up after me. I'll be the one disappearing when your back is turned. I'll unleash death in my diaper. Try changing me when I become the Wiggle Worm!!! Oh yes, victory will be mine.

Myrna Sullivan has sent the following inquiry about property number 168208 in Dominica.

A couple of questions for you... Does the $35 additional person charge apply to a 2 yr old child? How far is this property from the airport, and how far from Roseau? Also, what type of vehicle is available for use and at what rate? Thank you.

there is no charge for the child...for rental of car contact: roadrunnerrental@cwdom.dm or google road runner dominica. We do not have a car available

The airport is way out of town...the trip to Roseau is approximately 1 hour. The property is 12 mins from Roseau. Let me know specifically how many adults and how many children and I will give you an approximate total.

Lady, I am not use to these kinds of attacks. When your daughter contacted me, I told her that the property was sold and that I had another. I referred you to the website and she agreed. It is unfortunate that you are not having a good experience. You seem to be bent on attack and I am not going to feed into that. The bugs were not intentionally placed in the property. Now for the record, we strive on meeting the needs of our guests and we always have. When you checked into the property, you should have notified me immediately that you were having issues and I would have resolved them immediately. You waited 8 days and now you are waging war. As I said, I am going to have nets installed today and I am also working on having an exterminator come immediately. In the Caribbean we are not use to attacks. Enjoy your day!

I'm sorry you feel attacked- but these are the facts and people should be able to make an informed decision about their accommodations before they spend almost $2000

We appreciate the effort you are going to now to remedy this situation- but we made it known to Cecilia on Thursday that we had a problem with the insects, and again to William when he delivered a properly working television on Saturday. It was only after speaking to the people we knew down here that we realized that we SHOULD have had mosquito nets. We are not from this climate- therefore we didn't know.

Also- nowhere in the above correspondence do we see any mention that the original property we inquired about was booked- just that you had another inquiry.

Again, I'm sorry you feel attacked- but we call it consumer information where we come from. I will be contacting VRBO and HomeAway about your business practices and their policy about deleting comments when guest books are reset. Too much money has been spent to just let this go- and we feel other consumers should have the benefit of reading our feedback. I'm sorry if you disagree.

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

As some of you may or may no know, but my little guy is off with the Catdoggg and her family on their family trip. Sounds like fun huh? Well right now that doesn't seem apparent. Although I have talked to them almost everyday and was going to write a post about the little guy and his cute and innocent actions in Dominica I was asked to post this e-mail I got from the Catdoggg immediately. Yes, I do anything a women tells me... I promise to write a post later about the little guy.

RENTER BE AWARE!

Location: Canefield, Dominica, Caribbean (Champs Fleur)

Accommodations: Mountain Chalet, 4 Bedrooms, 2.5 Baths (Sleeps 4-10)

Contact Info: Cecilia St. Hilaire csthilaire@bellsouth.net

+'s first- the home is beautiful and beautifully situated & the views are amazing, the beds are comfortable, the pool is refreshing, and the breezes keep you cool and high-speed internet is available.

Now onto the -'s which we wish someone had told us about before we spent a ton of money to stay here... 53 hairpin turns up and down the road anytime you leave or come back to the house (the price you pay for the view), there are NO window screens- hence this place is ALIVE with bugs- we have gone through 2 big cans of insecticide since getting here.There was no mosquito netting provided- and we are literally be eaten alive. No amount of repellent has helped to alleviate this problem. Ants are a huge problem- ALL food MUST be kept in refrigerator- and since there are no screens little bird have gotten in and pooped on the bed.The jacuzzi tub does not work. We have a young child who only takes baths- and this was a major problem for us. We are here currently and have taken photo's which we will post when we get home. Please call us directly after 11/27. We will gladly email photos of what we've experienced.

The manager of this property keeps deleting our guest book comments- hence why we are posting here. Pictures to follow when we get in.

I just got a text saying that they aren't even in the correct property they inquired about!

RECENTLY ADDED

Please add this info to the blog post- she has now deleted her name from the listing on HomeAqay & VRBO. Phone 1: (386) 793-8267 (Florida, USA)Phone 2: (561) 693-4345 (Florida, USA)

Sunday, November 09, 2008

A guy is walking along the strip in Las Vegas and a knockout looking hooker catches his eye. He strikes up a conversation and eventually asks the hooker; “How much do you charge?”

“It starts at $500 for a hand-job,” replies the hooker.

“$500 dollars? For a hand-job?” says the guy “No hand-job is worth that kind of money!”

So the hooker says, “Do you see that Denny’s on the corner?”

“Yes.”

“Do you see the Denny’s about a block further down?”

“Yes.”

“And beyond that, do you see that third Denny’s?”

“Yes.”

“Well,” says the hooker, smiling invitingly, “I own those. And, I own them because I give a hand-job that’s worth $500.”

The guy thinks to himself, “What the hell? You only live once. I’ll give it a try.” and accepts the hooker’s offer. They retire to a nearby motel. A short time later, the guy is sitting on the bed realising that he just experienced the hand-job of a lifetime, worth every bit of $500. He is so amazed, he says, “I suppose a blow-job is $1,000?”

“$1,500″ says the hooker

“I wouldn’t pay that for a blow-job!” he says

The hooker replies, “Step over here to the window, big boy. Do you see that casino just across the street? I own that casino outright. And I own it because I give a blow-job that’s worth every cent of $1,500.”

The guy, basking in the afterglow of that terrific hand-job, decides to put off the new car for another year or so, and says, “OK Sign me up.”

Ten minutes later, he is sitting on the bed more amazed than before. He can scarcely believe it, but he feels he truly got his money’s worth. He decides to dip into the retirement savings for one glorious and unforgettable experience. He asks the hooker, “How much for some pussy?”

The hooker says, “Come over here to the window, I want to show you something. Do you see how the whole city of Las Vegas is laid out before us, all those beautiful lights, gambling palaces, and showplaces?”

Wednesday, November 05, 2008

We witnessed history last night with the election of our first Black President. That said a lot about our country. Some of you know my political views lean toward the right, but as I've gotten older it's no longer about towing the party line or being a drone with no need to think. My issues with Obama where about taxes and inexperience. That's it. Other than that I liked the guy and I am willing to be open minded and give him a shot. I hope he stays the man he claims to be and doesn't fall into the typical trap the President Elects falls into. One good thing is that his inexperience allows him to not owe the Old Boy regime that controls Washington anything so he should have a fresh start. He studied Reagen a great deal and understood that Reagen's early years where so successful because he brought the right people with him from the get go. I hope he does the same because his first 2 years are critical and he does need the help. Just hope its the right help. That being said...

Why the Fuck has Prop 8 not passed in California? I understand that there are still a great deal of absentee and provisional ballots that still need to be counted, but isn't this hypocritical of ourselves. We are willing to make history but are still willing to discriminate against the gay and lesbian community... Wake up people! Get your head out of your asses! We've come very far in this country and yet we still feel the need to make an ass out of ourselves at the same time. That also goes for Florida, Arizona, and Arkansas that officially voted discriminatory laws into effect. I just don't get it sometimes. Nothing like taking two steps forward and one step back.

We are Americans! We are all Americans in the greatest country in this world. We have a lot of things to fix, but I'm worried. Was Obama's win more about getting the Republicans out and the hatred geared toward Bush and our failing economy(which was in trouble because of both parties ambivalence)and not about our nation coming together or are we just hypocrites? Because of what just happened then Prop 8 and every other state that endorsed discriminatory bills leads me to think that. I hope I am wrong!

We still have a lot of growing up to do in this nation. We made great progress with last night's election. Lets continue that process.

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

So a few weeks ago the little guy finally started playing with his Mr. Potato Heads properly. He's definitely discovered his creative side. It's pretty amazing to watch him use his imagination now. He uses it more and more each day. Such a wonderful boy.

A few weeks ago he made a mini Potato Head and called it Baby. Recently he started putting it in his bed because it needed a nap and then started calling it himself. Then he made a Momma Potato Head. Extremely funny. I laughed pretty hard, but felt out of the loop. Why wasn't there a Daddy Potato Head? Do I look like one already? Am I not Spud worthy? Finally after weeks of wondering it happened!

He calls me into his room and said, "Dadda look!" On his dresser was Momma Potato Head, Baby Potato Head and a DADDA Potato Head. Man did I laugh. He then took my hand and made sure I knew who was which. He even lined them up on his own. I had nothing to do with any of it. Never helped him, never told him what to use on any of them. It was creativity at its purest!

Here's our family portrait through the eyes of a 2 and a half year old...

Monday, October 13, 2008

Everyone looks at me and assumes that I am Irish and not Italian. Although there is a tiny bit of Irish in me it only accounts for my retarded look I have every once in a while. Back in the day I would have started a fight over it. Through the years I have matured. Ha Ha Yea Right! My quick response is usually, "Do you need me to take my pants off to prove I'm not Irish!" that usually shuts people up real quick. Of course this 80 year old lady once chased me down in her Lark because I didn't follow through.

So why am I talking about this?

Did anyone ever see the Family Guy episode when Peter finds out his son Chris has a bigger penis than him? Well, my boy is packing some heat. He looks like his mom, but he looks like me from the waist down. Someday I'm gonna be jealous, but just the other day in his car seat he points to my crotch and says, "I want to see big penis." He made Daddy's day!

He's funny because he likes to talk about it. Which I think most boys do. I made the mistake once of calling it a boner when he had to go pee pee and he's been saying it ever since. I try to get him to say Mr. Pinky, but he laughs and says NO! It's a Boner!

Here's my proof he's packing...

I have to buy him the Black Boy diapers because the normal White Boy diapers aren't big enough.

You must be this large to wear these diapers!

One day when he's doing no arm push ups he can thank me for it. Just don't beat your old man with it...

Friday, August 29, 2008

Suppose that every day, ten people go out for beer and the bill for all ten comes to $100. If they paid their bill the way we pay our taxes, it would go something like this:

The first four (the poorest) would pay nothing.The fifth would pay $1.The sixth would pay $3.The seventh would pay $7.The eighth would pay $12.The ninth would pay $18.The tenth (the richest) would pay $59.

So, that's what they decided to do.

The ten drank in the bar every day and seemed quite happy with the arrangement, until one day, the owner threw them a curve. "Since you are all such good customers," he said, "I'm going to reduce the cost of your daily beer by $20." Drinks for the ten now cost just $80.

The group still wanted to pay their bill the way we pay our taxes so the first four were unaffected. They would still drink for free. But what about the other six - the paying customers? How could they divide the $20 windfall so that everyone would get their "fair share"?

They realised that $20 divided by six is $3.33. But if they subtracted that from everyone's share, then the fifth and the sixth would each end up being paid to drink their beer. So, the bar owner suggested that it would be fair to reduce each drinker's bill by roughly the same amount, and he proceeded to work out the amounts each should pay. And so:

Each of the six was better off than before. And the first four continued to drink for free. But once outside the restaurant, the drinkers began to compare their savings.

"I only got a dollar out of the $20," declared the sixth. She pointed to the tenth man, "but he got $10!" "Yes, that's right," exclaimed the fifth. "I only saved a dollar too. It's unfair that he got ten times more than I did" "That's true!!" shouted the seventh. "Why should he get $10 back when I got only two? The wealthy get all the breaks" "Wait a minute," yelled the first four in unison. "We didn't get anything at all. The system exploits the poor"

The nine drinkers surrounded the tenth and beat him up.

The next night the tenth man didn't show up for drinks, so the nine sat down and had beers without him. But when it came time to pay the bill, they discovered something important. They didn't have enough money between all of them for even half of the bill.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, journalists and college professors, is how our tax system works. The people who pay the highest taxes get the most benefit from a tax reduction. Tax them too much, attack them for being wealthy, and they just may not show up anymore. In fact, they might start drinking overseas where the atmosphere is somewhat friendlier.

For those who understand, no explanation is needed. For those who do not understand, no explanation is possible!

Sunday, July 27, 2008

Sunday, May 11, 2008

So a little while ago Catdoggg and myself were having the hungry horrors from consuming too many beverages in town. We decided to stroll down to the North End and grab some real pizza at Pizzeria Regina. Only problem was we couldn't figure out where it was because it's kind of tucked away inside and we were a bit inebriated.

She had to pee, so we ran into another place that served pizza. I order a beer to pass the time, plus i didn't want to make look like we were just using the place for the commode. OK, maybe i just wanted another beer... But who cares!! When she gets out she asks me if I had asked the guy where Pizzeria Regina was.

Now I am not asking the owner of a competing restaurant how to get to a place that's better than theirs. Catdoggg didn't care! You should have seen the look on the guys face. Insulted... Yea maybe just a little. He eventually helped us out, but I believe it's because I overpaid for a lousy draft beer and not the fact Catdoggg is the cute little blonde girl. Well, that's what I like to believe.

We stumble our way down to Pizzeria Regina. We were still unsure on how to get there so we ask a couple of rainbows where it is.

Spruce: Yes, walk done this street and take a right then a left.

Todd: Excuse me? Why would you send them that way when they can just walk straight up the street and take a left and it's right there?

Spruce: Well sorry! I just thought it would be easier to find that way.

Todd: How the hell is that easier. You don't know what you're doing.

Spruce: Shut up!

Todd: No you Shut up!

Spruce: You shut up!

Todd: Wanna Fuck?

OK Thank you guys...

So we walk up the street take the left and it's right there. Like the Golden Calf glowing at us. We hastily make our way into the door and there's a guy standing in the doorway. Catdoggg immediately says hi and shakes his hand turns and plans her move toward the bar to order pizza. I look at him real quick, say hi and shake his hand thinking at first it was a guy she works with. Nope, I quickly realize who it was. This is how the conversation went.

Papadog: (turning) Do you know who that is?

Catdoggg: Yeeea!

Papadog: No, do you know who that is?

Catdoggg: Of course I know who that is...

Now at this point he is still standing in front of us. It's like all three of us are in a teacup ride that's how close we are. So right after she said "Of course I know who that was." She turns and looks at him, sticks both her thumbs out in the air, leans back and says.

"EEEEEEHHH!"

Turns around and sits down at the bar. He had this smile on his face. It was great. I was kind of in shock, but he didn't seem to care. You never know how these celebrities may act.

The Fonz was such a nice guy to us. We ended up talking to him for about 10 minutes while he was waiting for his cab. He was in town because I guess he writes children's books, which as a ignorant father I had no idea. Catdoggg did of course. We talked about our son and the ages that are great. He highly recommended 4 to 5 as his personal favorites. It was just cool to meet him and have him turn out to be a nice guy.

I'm ThePapaDog, The head dog in charge. With the Catdoggg and the best 30 seconds of her life I helped create the Babydog. My life has flipped upside down. I now have responsibilities and more importantly, I have to set a good example. UGH!!! So read along and feel free to throw me a bone everyonce in a while.